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Caution/Welcome.  While filming "Fat Albert" Aaron and Omari Grandberry get 
it on and invite Shad Moss and Zac Hanson to join them.  When word of two 
hot teens available for some fun gets around the black rap and reggae 
recording artists crowd they are joined by some wanted, and some unwanted, 
partygoers ending with Aaron commemorating the occasion in ink.  Although 
incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real 
event nor the real sexuality of these celebrities.  If you do not like 
reading gay fantasies about celebrities, hot interracial and  
intergenerational gay sex, some non-consentual scenes where we find out just 
how tough some tough rappers are, or tattoos, this is where you stop and hit 
the back or delete key and wait for the next story.  This is the 
fifty-seventh of 75 standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and 
Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "White 
Meat, Black Bread."  Bow Wow (Shad Moss) has been in six stories in this 
series (8, 19, 21, 35, 51 and 56) and Zac Hanson in one (44).  This story is 
posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment.  
Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of 
redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the 
permission of the author.  Lyrics of "Boom Bye Bye" copyright by Buju Banton 
and Mercury Records.  Comments can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at 
authorsix@hotmail.com

AARON: BATTY BWOY SEX ON THE DOWN LOW, PART 4 OF 4

	Comfortable with his sexual orientation, Cornell found the prejudice and 
hatemongering of men like Anthony Davis evil, and he had no doubt that what 
he and Aaron were doing to him was going to make the man hate gays all the 
more, but for the moment, having the arrogant son of a bitch bent over and 
about to get it up the ass was satisfying as hell, and totally debasing for 
the Jamaican DJ and dancehall singer.  Grasping his hips, he pressed 
forward, his stiff, lubed cock slowly stretching open the man's sphincter 
for the first time in his life.  He was about to fuck Beenie Man, an 
unrepentant crusader against homosexuals, and a virgin when it came to anal 
sex.  Ever so slowly his knob stretched open the reluctant sphincter and 
then it popped inside.  Any further resistance was going to be futile.  Ever 
so slowly he sank his long shaft up the man's virgin ass, and then ever so 
slowly withdrew it.  It was delightful, and the man being forcing to suck a 
white boy's cock besides made it even greater.

Two man hitch up on an rub up on
An lay down inna bed
Hug up on another
Anna feel up leg.

	Aaron stood there in wonder at what was going on around him.  He could not 
believe the outcome of the confrontation with Fizz and the three Jamaicans.  
He'd been worried when Nelly and Omari had slipped outside and had returned 
to report who was at the gate, and he had seriously considered Zac's advice 
to phone the police, but he also knew that would bring the media, and he 
didn't want his friends in the news nor any chance of their secret, the 
reason the seven of them were at Nick's house, being revealed, and there 
certainly would be questions why they were all there.
	Most of all, he didn't want anything he did relating back to Nick, whom he 
loved more dearly than anyone, and whose life wasn't running all that smooth 
lately, what with struggling to make a name on his own, the Backstreet Boys 
reuniting being on again and off again, his estrangement from his family 
over the divorce between his mother and father and the way his mother had 
treated Aaron in particular, and on top of it all his rocky relationship 
with Paris Hilton, who in Aaron's view was a real bitch and deserved the 
slapping down from Nick when he lost his temper even if Nick was full of 
remorse afterward.
	He knew the risk they were taking trying to overpower the four intruders 
even if it was seven to four, but he had faith in his friends, and believed 
that as Cornell had said it was time for them to stand up to the homophobes 
of the world, and these four in particular, and make them pay for the 
violence and hatred they were promoting.  It was because of people like them 
that he and his friends, Shad and Jesse and so many other, were in the 
closet to protect their careers and he for one was getting tired of it.  
Hell, he loved cock, and he loved getting off with guys, and he wasn't 
ashamed of it.  Besides, on a more practical note, as Ludacris had pointed 
out, by the time the police had gotten there, they'd likely be beaten to a 
pulp, or maybe even worse considering the reputation of the three Jamaicans. 
  Taking things in their own hands was the safer alternative.
	Their plan had been hasty, confronting the men head on and keeping their 
numbers a surprise, and they had to make do with what they had in way of 
defence, but they had succeeded.  Now he was standing there being sucked off 
by one of the most violent and dangerous anti-homosexuals he would ever know 
while the man was getting his virgin ass fucked, and two of the man's three 
companions were in the same position, on their knees with their trousers and 
underwear pulled off, a cock in their mouths and a cock up their asses, and 
the third, still bound in duct tape, was getting his face fucked.  He knew 
that after this night they would be all the more prejudiced against 
homosexuals, but at least this one night they'd have their revenge, a 
revenge on behalf of all gays around the world oppressed because of the 
likes of the four on their knees, and maybe, just maybe, they'd think twice 
about hassling a gay person again, if not all four, then hopefully at least 
one of them.  Hell, maybe like in some porn stories he'd read on the 
Internet, after experiencing their first gay sex, even if it was forced, 
they'd become homosexuals themselves.
	As the throbbing of his cock increased and the tension in his loins grew, 
his thoughts of hatred and revenge turned to thoughts of how great it was to 
have your cock sucked, and how particularly hot it was being sucked off by 
such a violent anti-homosexual, and a celebrity himself, though he had never 
heard of the person before that evening.  He himself had been forced to 
engage in sex with others, having been first tied up by Billy Gilman and 
Haley Osment just over two years ago, and most recently by Bruce Willis last 
December, so he had some idea what the man was feeling, though admittedly he 
hadn't exactly been all that unwilling, and certainly never as unwilling as 
Beenie Man.  Actually, being on the dominant end and forcing someone to suck 
him instead of being forced to pleasure someone else gave the act a whole 
different perspective, a perspective that Aaron found he did not dislike.  
Of course the sixteen-year-old hip hopster was yet to find anything about 
sex with men and boys that he didn't like.
	Nelly was finding immense enjoyment himself at the moment.  He had known 
about Beenie Man and his Jamaican cohorts before this, being black, gay, and 
a singer and having many gay friends, some in the closet like himself and 
others who were not, not just in the United States but around the world, 
especially in England and in the Carribean where Beenie Man and his 
companions were better known and their homophobia more greatly felt.  That 
was why he'd advised Aaron to confront the four of them.  Taking the man's 
virginity had not been part of the plan, and hadn't even been a 
consideration, which made doing it even more enjoyable.  It was a small 
reward for all the harm the man had done in the world, but it was immensely 
enjoyable just the same.
	Grasping the man's hips he increased his tempo, giving him a solid fucking 
for his own and only his own pleasure, ramming his cock up his ass as far as 
it could go and withdrawing it until his knob was stretching open his 
sphincter and threatening to pop out.  Each time his cockhead stroked the 
man's prostate the man grimaced and he knew the turmoil going on in his 
head, humiliated and disgusted beyond belief having his ass fucked, but his 
body trembling and growing more and more aroused with the physical 
stimulation of his prostate at the same time.  Nelly reached down and 
slipped his fingers about the man's cock.  He was getting stiff in spite of 
himself.  That had to be really disturbing!  Nelly released his hold and 
banged the man's ass as hard as he could.
	The five others who had spent the previous night at the Carter residence 
were enjoying themselves as much as Nelly and Aaron.  They normally found 
the hot throbbing of their stiff cocks, whether they were being sucked or 
were buried deep up a hot, moist ass, to be pleasant as it was, and knowing 
that the person presently sucking them or being fucked was a virgin and 
experiencing the act for the first time in their lives heightened that 
pleasure for all of them, even Zac, the shiest and most anti-violent of 
them.  The fact that their partners were engaging in sex with them 
unwillingly, and hated and despised all men who did what they were doing 
actually added to their pleasure much to the surprise of all of them, with 
the exception of Aaron, who was beginning to find nothing about sex with 
guys a surprise despite being only sixteen.
	The four men in question did hate what they were being forced to do, and 
the seven individuals who were forcing them to do it, more than the seven 
could imagine.  With each thrust up their asses Fizz, Beenie Man and Buju 
cursed the man fucking them, and cursed the betrayal of their bodies as 
their massaged prostates caused their groins to ache for that release that 
they normally associated with having sex with a woman.  They were being 
fucked, used like women in their minds, and their bodies, despite their 
disgust and humiliation, were getting turned on.  That was most confusing, 
and shameful.  Elephant Man and the three men being fucked wanted to puke as 
they sucked on the hard, throbbing cocks in their mouths and slipped their 
lips up and down the shafts, performing that vile, filthy act that a man 
normally told another to do as an insult, an act the three Jamaicans found 
so humiliating and disgusting they were sure they'd never get the taste of 
cock out of their mouths no matter how much rum they drank or how much 
cannabis they smoked.
	As he felt himself approaching that peak, Zac closed his eyes and delighted 
in the physical pleasure pulsating through his loins and his numb, swollen 
cock.  Seconds later he began shooting his thick wad down the throat of Buju 
Banton and giving him another taste he would never forget.  His hot, slimy 
wad filled the man's mouth and oozed down his throat, the fact the man was 
doing so under protest and the fact he was so violently opposed to any 
homosexual act seeming to triple his volume and the force of his 
ejaculation.  Shot after shot erupted from his swollen cock and he gasped 
and shuddered with the pleasure of its release.
	Seconds later James was shooting his load up Buju's ass, filling it with 
his hot juice as he was force-fed Zac's cum.  Like Zac, although he'd cum 
repeatedly the preceding night, it was as if he'd abstained for a week.  The 
volume of his load and the force of his ejaculation surprised even him, and 
totally delighted him as spurt after spurt shot up Buju's rectum with such 
force and volume the man had to know it.  Buju did.  The look in his eyes, a 
combination of hatred and humiliation, was a look that left no doubt that 
he'd kill the two of them without a moment's hesitation if he could.  Never 
had anyone made him feel so filthy and debased, and that it was two 
despicable faggots who were responsible added salt to his defilement.

Boom bye bye
Inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy no promote no nasty man
Dem haffi dead.

	The look in Buju's eyes frightened Aaron.  The look, and the man's utter 
shame and revulsion as his rectum and mouth were filled with hot, slimy cum 
was also the most erotic sight he'd ever seen, and the horny sixteen year 
old suddenly erupted.  Like Zac and James, he found himself shooting out his 
load with a force and volume like he could not remember shooting for a long 
time.  Shot after shot erupted from his stiff, throbbing cock, filling 
Beenie Man's mouth, and with his mouth already full of cock, oozing down his 
throat and overflowing and oozing out from the corners of his mouth and 
around his chin.
	As Beenie Man swallowed the foul slime filling his mouth, he felt the man 
whose name he still did not know ram his cock up his rectum until his coarse 
hairs were pressing against his hairy ass, and then his hot cum flood his 
rectum, filling his body as a man filled a woman's.  He could not help 
wonder if how he was feeling was how a woman felt when a man came in her, 
and the thought filled him with shame and revulsion.  Like Buju, never in 
his life had he felt so debased and so filthy, and like Buju, he swore he 
would get even with the two.  With his groin pressed tightly against the 
Jamaican singer's ass, Nelly could not see the look on his face, but with 
the homophobe having his mouth filled with a white boy's cum and his ass 
filled with a faggot's cum, he had a good idea how the man was feeling, and 
knowing that made his pleasure all the more intense.
	Ludacris was the next to shoot, grasping the Energy God's head tightly as 
he erupted.  Like the others he found the fact the man whose mouth he was 
filling was finding it repulsive and degrading all the more enjoyable.  He 
grunted and gasped with the pleasure openly and unabashedly, wanting the man 
to know his enjoyment actually.  To be truthful, at that moment Chris was 
glad that he had a gay side and that he acted on it.  This was a moment of 
unique pleasure that his wife or no woman could ever provide.
	O'Neil Bryant of course would never agree with such a sentiment, and like 
his fellow Jamaican singers swore vengeance as Ludacris grasped his ears and 
shot his filthy seed down his throat, the man's cum seeming exceptionally 
hot, bitter, and slimy.  He would cut off the man's ears and shove them down 
his throat, he'd turn him upside down and jerk him off and squirt his filthy 
cum down his own throat until his balls were aching and dry, he'd-realizing 
he'd just swore engaging in another homosexual act with the man whose cock 
was in his mouth cut the Energy God off short.
	Cuming was especially sweet for Omari and Shad, the two teenagers erupting 
simultaneously, Omari filling his former singing partner's mouth while Shad 
filled his tight ass.  The two teenagers, like the others, found that their 
loads were thick and copious despite the number of times they'd happily and 
eagerly shot off the night before, and like the others they gasped with the 
physical pleasure throbbing between their legs and the mental pleasure of 
having forced the boy who had badmouthed them and looked down on them with 
disgust because of their sexual orientation to engage in a homosexual act 
with them.  As spurt after spurt of their hot slime shot from their 
throbbing, aching cocks, they quivered with delight.
	Fizz knelt there helplessly, feeling the humiliation and despair he'd 
daydreamed making Omari feel for having broken up the band and for having 
used Jhene and for simply being gay.  As his mouth overflowed with Omari's 
slime and it oozed out of the corners of his mouth and around his chin, and 
as he felt Shad's cum flooding his rectum, never in his wildest thoughts had 
he ever imagined the humiliation and despair feeling as bad as he was at 
that moment.
	One by one they finally uncoupled and collapsed on the carpet or on the 
sofa and surrounding chairs.  The seven avengers were dazed by the intensity 
of the pleasure of revenge combined with the pleasure of a hot fuck and suck 
session as their chests rose and feel and the sucked in the cum-scented air, 
their throbbing cocks now numb with the warm and wet dullness that follows a 
wild orgy.  Fizz and the three Jamaicans were dazed too, their mouths filled 
with the most disgusting taste they could imagine, and for three of them, 
their assholes feeling suddenly so open and empty.
	"Man, dat was so totally fucking great," Shad finally observed to nobody in 
particular.
	"Fa sho," agreed Omari with a deep sigh as he looked over at his humiliated 
and debased former band partner.  His swollen lip and thin, faint moustache 
were streaked with his slimy cum and he was sitting there with a stunned 
look on his face that was a delight to see.  A delightfully dirty and erotic 
thought suddenly came to his mind.  He glanced over at Shad.  "Last night it 
didn't take you long at all befoe you were able to go at it again."
	"Yeah, dat's right.  It don't take long for dese balls to refill at all at 
my age," Shad said with a grin as he reached down and bounced his generous 
endowment.
	"So, ah, when you ready for another go, you wanna try it again wit ol' 
FizzO here, but reversing our positions?"
	"Fa sho, man," Shad said with a laugh, "I'd love t' give his ugly face a 
good fucking.  But first I gotta see if dey got a steak in the freezer for 
dis shiner of mine."
	"If you find two, bring the other for me," said Omari.
	"But you don't have any shiner."
	"Not for my eye, man.  I'm starving."
	Omari was not the only one.  After their strenuous sexual activity the 
night before, which had lasted until midmorning actually, and now the fight 
and rape of their four would-be attackers, the seven revengers all found 
they had worked up an appetite, and a thirst.  Tying up their prisoners once 
again, they retired to the kitchen for a victory feast and drink.  As they 
ate and rejoiced they discussed the discrimination and prejudice against 
gays around the world and recounted the unexpected events and pleasure of 
the evening, and as they talked and drank, especially drank, they found as 
they satisfied their appetite for food and drink, another appetite was once 
again rising, and Omari's idea was an excellent solution for that.
	And so an hour later found them back with their four captives, cocks that 
had once been sucked now being plunged up the hot and still unwilling 
assholes of the very same four men that had sucked them, naturally lubed 
this time by the cum of their other partner, except of course for Elephant 
Man.  At the same time Lil' Fizz, Buju and Beenie Man found themselves 
sucking the very cocks that an hour ago had been up their assholes, none of 
which of course had been wiped clean, a fact that made the act even more 
humiliating and even more nauseating to the three men as they fought back 
the impulse to gag.  What ass slime and shit and spent cum that was coating 
the throbbing, hot cocks now in their mouths were accented by their vivid 
imaginations.
	And, now that the masking effects of the hash they'd smoked had worn off 
what with their previous strenuous activity and accelerated heart beats, the 
taste and smell of the cocks they were being forced to suck and the feel of 
the stiff cocks thrusting in and out of their assholes were all the more 
vivid.  The four of them closed their eyes as they tried not to think about 
what was happening, but with seven hot, horny men gasping and grunting with 
pleasure, that was impossible.  As each felt the man behind him thrust his 
stiff cock deep up his rectum and his coarse curly hairs press against his 
buttocks, and as each heard the schlucking noise of a stiff cock easing in 
and out of thick cum lube kept warm up their bodies, gooseflesh formed on 
their arms and legs.  Elephant Man, and again his three companions, felt a 
thrill of pleasure shoot up his rectum each time his prostate was stroked, 
and to his surprise, and humiliation, his cock began to swell.  It being the 
second time for the others, each knelt there totally mortified as their 
thick, black cocks actually became fully erect and throbbed with the desire 
to get off.
	The cocks in their mouths were throbbing to get off also, a fact that Lil' 
Fizz, Buju and Beenie Man could not ignore either.  The memory of the taste 
and feel of hot, fresh ball slime filling their mouths and oozing down their 
throats caused them to cringe, and their stiff cocks to leak pre-cum, a 
situation first noticed by Aaron, and which he quickly drew to the attention 
of the others.  The cheeks of the four black men grew hot with 
embarrassment.
	Seeing their would be bashers fully erect and their thick, black cocks 
dripping pre-cum added to the pleasure already throbbing through their loins 
and causing their cocks to ache with a desire as if they'd never cum that 
day.  Added to that their captives' humiliation and discomfort made the 
second time even more erotic and pleasurable than the first.  Omari, Zac, 
Aaron and Chris thrust their hips to and fro rapidly and with unabashed 
pleasure as they attempted to quell the itching of their dickheads and the 
hot throbbing of their shafts.  They gripped the hips of their now grunting 
and groaning partners and began fucking furiously, driven by their 
approaching orgasms.  Meanwhile Shad, James and Cornell tensed as they felt 
their swollen balls draw up under their aching cocks, followed by a familiar 
twang deep in their loins.  Once again the victors savoured the pleasure of 
their success as their balls contracted and they once again quivered with 
that awesome delight of ejaculation.
	"You know I don't think it's fair that we've gotten off twice, and they 
haven't come once," observed Zac sometime later after they had caught their 
breaths.
	"Yeah, that is a shame.  What do you suggest?" asked Aaron, knowing 
immediately what Zac was getting at even though the two of them had had only 
one evening of sex prior to this weekend and didn't really know each other 
that well.
	"Well, I'd like to see them form a daisy chain and get each other off," Zac 
observed, evidently having considered the idea prior to Aaron's question.
	"That's wicked,"said Aaron with an appreciative grin.  He was going to have 
to get to know Zac better.
	"Starting wit rimming each other," suggested Omari.
	"Now that's even more wicked," Aaron observed with an even wider grin.  He 
would definitely have to get to know Omari better also!
	Their four captives thought it wicked also, though not in the same sense of 
the word!  It took a lot more convincing for them to comply, but the 
application of duct tape to the hairy chests of the three Jamaicans and to 
Lil' Fizz's upper lip and then ripping it off followed by the threat to do 
the same to their balls, and actually doing it to Lil' Fizz, convinced them. 
  And so it was that the four reluctantly and angrily formed a circle, or 
more appropriately a square with their being four of them, Buju being forced 
to rim Beenie Man, Beenie Man doing Elephant Man who did Fizz, who completed 
the circle by doing Buju.  They hesitantly stuck out their tongues and gave 
each other's crack a tentative lick, and then a second and third, and they 
reluctantly and unenthusiastically wormed their tongues into each other's 
dank hole, dripping with two healthy loads of cum and one for Elephant Man.  
Their captors, whose health and possibly even whose lives had been in danger 
earlier that evening, found the sight of the four straight men and supposed 
rough gangsters rimming each other's hairy, black ass hilarious, and highly 
erotic, and as the four homophobes began to seriously suck ass the seven 
avengers found themselves growing aroused still once again despite the 
numerous loads they'd shot off that weekend already.
	The four would-be gay bashers licked and sucked each other's assholes as 
Aaron took pictures of them, and were then forced to go down on each other, 
which Aaron also caught on film.  As Buju angrily and reluctantly slipped 
his lips about Bennie Man's still limp cock, Beenie Man slipped his over 
Elephant Man's while he went down on Fizz and Fizz completed the circle by 
going down on Buju.  None of them had found pleasure in the act of rimming 
and being rimmed, though the physical stimulation had caused all of them to 
begin swelling once more, which of course Aaron noticed once again and to 
their shame pointed out to everyone.
	Being forced to go down on each other was even more humiliating and 
disgusting than the previous experience of being forced to engage in sex 
with their captors, even the experience of having to suck the unwashed cocks 
that had previously been up their rectums.  Each of them was straight, one 
hundred percent, and being forced to suck another straight man's cock while 
another was sucking your own was a filthy perversion that only pervert fags 
could come up with.

Woman is di greatest t'ing
God ever put pon di land
Buju lovin dem from head
Down to foot bottom
But some man a turn around
Where dem get dat from?

	Despite their humiliation and anger, their bodies and minds could not 
ignore the physical stimulation of having a hot, moist mouth sucking on that 
most sensitive organ nor the fact that the room was erotically charged, and 
had been for hours.  One by one, to their even greater humiliation and 
anger, this time directed at their own bodies, the four men once again found 
themselves erect, which totally delighted their captors who could not resist 
observing that to get a hardon they had to be enjoying sucking cock and 
getting sucked, which meant they had to be faggots deep down inside.  Of 
course they were feeding on the prejudice and homophobia of the four men, 
and their ignorance, and none of them for a moment believed the physical 
reaction had anything to do with latent homosexuality.  Not knowing that, 
and finding their anger and shame was doing nothing to dampen their arousal, 
and in fact seemed to be inflaming it, the four men found the ache deep in 
their loins surpassing anything they'd ever felt with a woman, which did not 
help!
	"Oh fuck, dis is just too hot," observed Nelly as he reached down and 
squeezed his own stiff, throbbing cock.
	"Oh yeah, man.  I neva thought I'd eva see anyt'ing like dis," agreed Cool 
J, his long, thick cock partially erect and rapidly swelling.  "If it wasn't 
for the fact they're enjoying demselves so much I'd cut in an' git some 
mouth action fo my aching prick."
	Aaron thought for a moment.  "You guys ever hear of bukakke?" he asked with 
a slow grin.
	Shad snorted in amusement, Aaron having told him about his experience in 
Japan last September.  Aaron explained the act to the others, and the seven 
of them immediately surrounded the four men in the middle of the floor and 
began to stroke their cocks, timing themselves so as not to come before the 
four in the middle had.  Their jaws and tongues weary and aching and the 
desire in their loins so great it was becoming painful, the four men gave in 
if for no other reason than to end the pain.  Fizz was the first, and with a 
whimper and a whispered, muffled apology to Buju he began to spurt.  Seconds 
later Elephant Man began to fill the eighteen-year-old rapper's mouth, and 
Buju and Beenie Man began spurting seconds after him.  All of them had 
swallowed cum before, two loads each except for Elephant Man, but this was 
different knowing that the man filling their mouth was doing so unwillingly 
and apologetically, and that until that evening had gotten his nuts off only 
as the result of having sex with a woman.  That the man sucking him and the 
man filling his mouth were both straight made it totally different.
	It made it all the more erotic for the seven men surrounding them, and as 
they watched the four straight men helplessly cumming in each other's mouth 
and reluctantly swallowing each other's cum, they also erupted.  Fists 
rapidly stroking stiff, aching cocks and large, pendant balls now swollen 
and drawn up tightly beneath spurting cocks, hot ropes of cum laced the four 
men in the centre.  Totally unaware of the intention of the seven men 
surrounding them, and occupied with trying not to choke on the slime filling 
their mouths while trying to deal with their shame and humiliation of having 
cum, the four men lay there on the floor in shock as they were sprayed with 
hot, thick cum.
	Thick, slimy cum streaked and soaked into thick dreadlocks and Elephant 
Man's bright orange hair, a perverse mousse the four would later spend hours 
trying to wash out.  Tar black skin was laced with creamy white streamers of 
cum, the streamers from fellow black brothers and from the two white boys 
indistinguishable.  Cheeks, hairy buttocks, thighs, stomachs, and feet, 
Buju's moustache and beard, shirts and T's, all were spattered with hot, 
thick cum.  Omari and Shad aimed at Dreux and laced his face with their hot 
cum, Omari commenting on the fact that hot cum was good for keeping away 
pimples and was even better than Cocoa Butter, referring to Fizz's hatred of 
pimples and his practice of washing his face with Dove soap and rubbing on 
Cocoa Butter.
	Tossing the four dazed, spent men their discarded underwear and trousers 
and escorting them out to the gate, Aaron warned them that the pictures he 
had taken would find their way onto the Internet should the four of them 
ever seek retaliation for what had happened that night with any of the seven 
of them.  Accustomed to being in control and being the aggressors, the four 
cum-spattered men stood there clutching their underwear and trousers as the 
gate closed behind them, too shocked and too ashamed to speak.
	Late the following morning, Aaron's guests helped him clean up the place so 
Nick would be none the wiser what had happened, and thanked him for one 
wicked weekend, one that far surpassed anyone's imagination.
	"Actually, I tink you should commemorate the weekend," observed Shad. "Dis 
was one unusual weekend, even fo you."
	"Yeah, it isn't every weekend you git to totally humiliate and dominate 
four anti-gay activists," observed Nelly.
	"Especially celebrities and homophobes the nature of Buju and his friends," 
added James.
	"So what do you suggest, I have a commemorative medallion made or 
something?" Aaron joked.  "Or maybe I should put an announcement in the 
newspaper, or phone the National Enquirer with an anonymous tip?"
	"A tattoo," suggested James.  Aaron looked at the tattooed band encircling 
his biceps and the tattoos snaking up his forearms and thought about Nick's 
many tattoos that Nick said were to commemorate events and people in his 
life, and to reflect his personality.  "The legal age is eighteen in 
California, but I can take you t' the guy who did mine. He'd make an 
exception fo us," James continued, seeing the interest in Aaron's eyes.
	"Sure, why not?" Aaron agreed, no stranger to impromptu decisions.
	Omari and Shad went with them, for moral support and to help Aaron pick out 
the design and decide where it should go.  After some debate, Aaron finally 
selected a sun logo, representing his selfhood, vitality, truth and light, 
all of which he felt appropriately described what had happened that weekend, 
with a skull in the middle representing eternal soul, immortal spirit, and 
rebirth, which he felt reflected his personality as revealed through the 
events of the past three days.
	"So where you want it, and how big?" asked the tattoo artist as he set out 
his equipment.
	Aaron looked at his companions.
	"Across his back, between his shoulder blades," suggested Shad.
	"Sure, why not?" Aaron agreed once again.  Stripping off his shirt, he sat 
down on the chair, straddling it backwards and wrapping his arms about the 
back.  "This going to hurt?" he asked in second thought.
	"A design with that much detail, and eight inches across?  Of course," 
replied the tattoo artist matter-of-factly and he dabbed Aaron's back with 
rubbing alcohol and inserted the first needle.
	Aaron tensed and gritted his teeth as he tried not to show the pain.  As 
the second needle pierced his back he wondered how it was that Nick was able 
to do this, his entire back and much of his upper arms now covered in 
tattoos.  As the third needle stabbed his back and he could feel the ink 
spreading under his skin, or he thought he could anyway, he wondered if this 
had been such a good idea and hoped as the man progressed he'd get used to 
it.  He quickly found he did not.  Each pinprick sent a stab of pain through 
his back.  It also sent a shiver up his dick.  In a way the pain wasn't 
unlike the prickling pain of having the rim of your blood-engorged dickhead 
stroked.  As he slowly became aware of that, he concentrated on the idea to 
forget the pain shooting through his deltoids, which resulted in the 
obvious.  He was soon sitting there fully erect, his shirt off and his back 
burning with pain, and his dickhead burning with another, a much more 
familiar one.
	The skull was done and the man began working on the sunburst surrounding 
it.  Aaron concentrated on the image in the mirror that Omari was holding 
and on the throbbing of his dickhead.  With each prick he felt a stab of 
similar pain in his knob, a prick that was both painful and pleasant.  He 
was sure now he could feel the ink flowing under his skin.  It was a weird 
feeling.  He wondered what it would be like to have someone cum under your 
skin.  He thought back to the first time he'd been introduced to docking by 
Billy Gilman and Haley Osment and how weird it had been to feel another 
guy's foreskin enveloping his knob, and how hot it had felt having hot cum 
squirting over your knob and under your foreskin.  As the next needle prick 
pierced his now tender, inflamed back, a shard of pleasure shot up the core 
of his swollen cock.  He waited with joyful anticipation for the next prick.
	It was totally delightful and totally unreal.  There he was getting his 
back tattooed in front of three friends and he was so turned on he was close 
to coming.  The more he concentrated on the pain in his back, the more 
intense the pain around his knob became bringing him closer and closer to a 
climax, until, as he sat there staring at the sun burst as the man was about 
to bring the ends together, he shivered with his orgasm, filling his 
underwear with a staccato burst of fresh, hot, thick cum.  As the needle 
pierced his back, pain pierced the rim of his knob and his cock throbbed out 
another shot.  Hot, slimy cum filled his underwear and flooded through his 
hairs and down over his constricted balls.  He could feel it oozing down his 
leg and he was thankful he hadn't worn shorts.
	"We're just about done," the tattoo artist said, mistaking Aaron's 
fidgeting as a result of what he was doing.  "Just a half dozen more."
	"Right," Aaron gasped as another shot erupted from his cock.  He could do 
another half dozen.  This had been one hell of a weekend, and one he would 
remember the rest of his life.

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